On the day when the crossing team was in full swing preparing for the summit.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the temple of King Min in the east of the city.

The temple of the king of Min is also called Zhongyi Temple, which is dedicated to the five generations of kings of Fujian: Wang Zhenzhi.

King Min Wang Zhenzhi is a household name in all parts of Fujian. This gentleman has been in office for 29 years, protecting the territory and the people, lightly repaying the meager endowment, rewarding industry and commerce, encouraging reclamation, and within three years, the people will have no food and clothing; Recruit exiles, people from the Central Plains to avoid chaos, follow each other into Fujian, reclaim mountains and forests, build water conservancy, and govern Fujian for a while.

The government of the past dynasties has repaired the temple of King Min, the most recent of which was more than 20 years ago in the Wanli period. On weekdays, the incense of the Min King Temple is vigorous, and there are many fools and fools and fools to worship.

A middle-aged woman was walking through the messy incense candle and fruit stall in front of the ancestral hall at the moment, and walked towards the ancestral hall.

This woman has rough skin, an ugly appearance, a sad eyebrow, and no powder on her face; Looking at her appearance, the woman was about 30 years old, wearing a green cloth skirt and carrying a thin bamboo basket on her arm, dressed as a servant.

After stepping into the gate of the ancestral hall engraved with the four big characters of "Shaoyue Kaijiang" on the wall, the woman bowed her head all the way, followed behind the bustling pilgrims, passed through the vestibule, the shrine gate, and the back garden, and came to the main hall.

After waiting patiently for a while, the woman took her turn to a futon.

Taking out the incense sticks from the bamboo basket, the woman began to face the statue of King Min with a peaceful face on the top of her head, with a purple robe and black beard, to complete a series of incense, kneeling, kowtowing, and praying processes.

Finally, the woman sincerely shook a wooden skewer from the bucket.

After getting up, he took out a handful of copper coins, counted them carefully, and then put the rest back into his arms. Then the woman took the copper coin and the bamboo stick, and went to the Taoist chief who had untied the sign outside the hall.

"What is the benefactor asking for?"

"Seek good fortune."

The next moment, the woman respectfully handed over the copper coin and bamboo stick, and the Taoist then gave an explanation: Ze Huoge, dry seedlings get rain, sign it.

After hearing the hexagram of "travel is beneficial, trading wins, illness is getting better, and seeking fame will be successful", the woman was overjoyed, and after saying a few words of thanks, she turned around and walked out of the Min Wang Temple.

Along the stone street in front of the Minwang Temple, all the way south, it was not long before the woman came to the entrance of the Luomaqiao vegetable market. It's just that the closer she gets to the entrance of the market, the woman's face, which has stretched a lot, shows a trace of apprehension and fear, and the further she goes, the slower her steps become, and at last she almost wants to stop.

At that moment, a figure suddenly rushed from the diagonal and grabbed the woman's arm.

The woman who was about to open her mouth and scream looked at it, and let out a sigh of air: "Jiao Er, you are a dead person, you scare me!" ”

The person who came was a young man in his 20s. This person was wearing a half-worn parrot green jacket robe, a soft hat, a pair of thin-soled fast boots under his feet, and the sleeves of the robe were rolled up, and he looked like the standard dress of a playful idler.

I saw the idle man say anxiously: "Sister, hurry up, don't let the two masters wait!" ”

While speaking, the idler grabbed his sister's arm and hurried forward.

This woman was originally going to struggle to get away, but after thinking about the sign she had just gotten from the Min Wang Temple, she sighed secretly and let her brother take her into a restaurant on the side of the road.

Now is not the time for the restaurant to have guests, so there are not many tables of guests in the building. Xian Han Jiao Er took his sister to the second floor and passed between the two tables of blue-robed men. Jiao Er smiled left and right while pushing Sister A into the box.

There were two people in the box. Judging by the temperature of the tea cup on the table, these two have been waiting in the room for a long time.

One of them was a big fat man. This man was in his forties, bald and without eyebrows, with a sideways face and a fat body; Wearing a black velvet vest on the upper body, a pair of fat soft pants on the lower body, the belly covered with black hair is exposed, and a palm-wide gold silk Pixiu belt is wrapped around the waist......

This person's name is Wu Shigui, known as Wu Ye in the rivers and lakes, with strong martial arts, and he is the underworld boss in the area of Luoma Bridge. Wu Ye has a gambling house and a pawnshop in his house, and he has apprentices and dozens of splashes, and Jiao Er is one of them.

Sitting next to Wu Ye was a middle-aged man wearing a plain cloth robe with an ordinary face.

After Sister Jiao entered the door, when she saw the murderer Wu Ye sitting at the top, her legs suddenly weakened by half a minute, and she was about to kneel down and salute when she spoke. However, today, Wu Ye changed his normal state, only to see him get up quickly, and without waiting for Sister Jiao to salute, he helped the thin woman to the chair and sat down.

"They are all neighbors, and they don't see anyone when they look up, so Sister Jiao doesn't need to be polite." Wu Ye, who was usually fierce, tried to squeeze out a smile from the horizontal flesh on his face at this time, and said kindly.

On the side, Jiao Er saw that his sister bowed her head and didn't answer, the scene was embarrassing, and she couldn't help but start to get anxious, and hurriedly smiled and played a round: "Thank you Master Wu for appreciating your face, hmm... This one... My sister has been worried about her nephew's condition recently, and some of her thoughts do not belong, and she is a person who is neglected, atoning for her sins, and atonement. ”

Wu Ye laughed at first, then shook his head, and then said to the woman who had been lowering her head: "Sister Jiao, don't think about it anymore, the left and right are exchanged for two worthless bottles, and it's not a precious thing, a neighbor, can someone Wu still harm you?" ”

When Wu Ye said this, he lifted a silk handkerchief on the table, revealing two snow-white silver ingots underneath, and then looked at Sister Jiao playfully.

The next moment, Sister Jiao slowly raised her head, revealing a face full of struggle and panic: "Master Wu, betraying the master to steal, if it happens, I can't afford to wait for the poor and small households!" ”

"I think so." Wu Ye laughed at this time: "Sister Jiao, don't be afraid, how dare you spread wild buns in my Fuzhou City when you wait for the soil buns from Zhangzhou?" If there is any trouble in this matter, it will all fall on me! ”

After thinking about it, Wu Ye leaned over and said to Sister Jiao: "After making this ticket, you will find an excuse to quit your job, and take the reward to your son to recuperate first." When my nephew is well, how about I find you a cleaning errand where the shopkeeper of Ruifu Zhai is? The monthly money is only high, not low! ”

Seeing that the panic on Sister Jiao's face gradually receded, Wu Ye's face became more and more pleasant: "You can take these twenty taels of silver now, if the silver is finished, my nephew's illness is not yet cured, you can come to me again." Neighbors, can they still see death and not be saved? ”

Just when Sister Jiao was struggling, the gentle and inconspicuous middle-aged man on the side opened his mouth and said in a slightly weird accent: "That's it, your son's cough is like that, and ordinary people can't cure it." In this way, you take the silver, and I will send someone to bring the medicine in the afternoon, and it will work today, and it will be wrapped within 7 days, how about it? ”

...... Sister Jiao's mouth opened wide at this moment.

And Wu Ye was slightly stunned, but laughed "ho-ho": "Sister Jiao, with Lord Song's action, your son's fate has been saved." This is a blessing from the previous life! Why don't you hurry up and thank you? ”

didn't bother to think about how this old man knew about his child's condition, and the next moment, Sister Jiao "poofed" and knelt in front of Song Jia: "The eldest lord is merciful, the silver women don't want it, I just ask the master to cure my child......"

Song Jia smiled slightly at this time, reached out and took the bamboo basket that Sister Jiao brought into the door, and then put the two ingots of silver on the table, plus a pair of blue-glazed plum bottles less than 10 inches high, into the basket, and then covered them with a coarse cloth.

After bowing down and stuffing the basket into Sister Jiao's hand, Song Jia said gently: "How can there be a reason not to take a reward for doing things?" If you take the money, we will be at ease......"

"Travel is beneficial, trading wins, illness is getting better, seeking fame will be successful" These hexagrams floated through Sister Jiao's mind, and at this moment she finally stopped hesitating, and her eyes gradually showed a trace of firmness.

......

In the afternoon of the same day, after witnessing her 10-year-old son fall asleep peacefully for the first time in many days after eating a few weird white pills, Sister Jiao knew that the time for her leave had come and it was time to go out to work.

Carefully hiding the pair of plum vases under the bamboo basket, Sister Jiao walked all the way to the door of a shop not far from her home.

The location of this shop is not good, not at the corner of the street, nor in the downtown area, but in the middle of a small street.

Coming to the door of this silk shop called "Hengguangkang", Sister Jiao slightly adjusted her clothes, and said hello to the two men in Tsing Yi who were big shoulders and round waists at the door, and walked straight into the door.

Hengguangkang, a silk shop that seems to have little business, is like most shops in the Ming Dynasty, with a layout of front shop and back bed.

Sister Jiao walked all the way through the front store, entered the courtyard for the second time, and then walked past the more than 10 men who were practicing guns and sticks in the backyard without changing her face, and entered the firewood room.

After coming out of the firewood room, Sister Jiao wrapped her headscarf, tied her sleeves, carried a broom and a dustpan, and began to clean the whole yard.

At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Sister Jiao finished cleaning the outer room and began to carry a bucket, a rag and a duster, and clean the owner's study.

The shopkeeper of "Hengguangkang" is surnamed Zheng, Zheng Zhilong's Zheng is named Zheng Sancai.

Zheng San is the cousin of Comrade Zheng Zhilong's unfinished five suits. This person can speak well, write and calculate, and won Zheng Zhilong's trust, so he was arranged in this important part of Fuzhou as the director of the Zheng Pirate Group's office in Fuzhou.

Generally speaking, most of the people who come to Hengguangkang to do business in this silk village are not to buy silk, but to buy the flag - in recent years, if the shipowners want to pass safely from the Jinxia area, it is better to buy a Zheng's flag.

Of course, there are not many people who buy such high-end consumer goods as the flag. Therefore, the official work that Director Zheng Sancai needs to deal with every day usually ends before 10 o'clock in the morning.

So every afternoon, Sister Jiao would clean the two large and small study rooms in the second courtyard and the backyard.

Today, Sister Jiao was extremely diligent, carrying a bucket, going in and out of the two study rooms for a while. On two occasions, the wooden bucket in Sister Jiao's hand was not actually filled with water, but with a plum bottle covered with a rag.

On the Bogu shelves of the large and small study rooms, there was originally a pair of blue-glazed plum bottles. These two sets of porcelain are not particularly valuable. It is the general color that I bought from the porcelain shop at the corner of the street when I was decorating it. Therefore, plum vases of the same style and specification can easily be found from porcelain shops.

Sister Jiao's task today is to replace a plum bottle from each of the two study rooms.

In the evening, Sister Jiao handed over the two replaced plum bottles to the connector, and at the same time, an inconspicuous team, surrounded by a small green bamboo sedan chair, also came to the back door of the Fujian governor's yamen.